“Mum,” says Monkey Boy, coming into my office.
“I just wiped the toilet clean,” he further informs me.
“Oh,” I ask, Guilt tripping throuh my head, wondering whether I’d left it so it got so bad my 10 year old had to attend to it before even he, a smelly boy, could utilise it.
“I had a stiffy, and when I went to wee, it went everywhere.”
Which is funny, whilst at the same time, information I don’t really need over my morning MUG of coffee.
“So I wiped it all up and cleaned it,” he tells me proudly. “So don’t tell me you’re the only one who cleans the toilet, ok?”
Except … I do the school run, I return, I make another MUG, I do some work, I determined I needed a wee, BADLY, and race to their bathroom, put the seat down and … EUWWWWWWW!